Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Just when I thought James Ferguson was about to pin me down on the sofa, ready to devour me without any escape, darkness swallowed my vision.I gasped, my heart hammering in my chest, and clawed at the sudden blackness until I realized a shirt—his shirt—was tossed over my head. I ripped it away, fuming, but by the time I untangled myself, James had already reached the bathroom.“Think about what to say to me later,” he said coolly before shutting the door behind him.The sound of water running only heightened my frustration.I darted toward the door of the suite, my fingers fumbling at the lock, but it refused to give. I twisted and tugged with growing panic. He must have done something to it. The realization sent a rush of helpless fury through me, and I gave up with a frustrated sigh.When he finally emerged, steam clung to the air around him. His robe hung loosely over his frame, barely secured, while droplets of water clung to his dark hair. He moved with a slow, deliberate calm t

I froze all over, my fingers clenched tightly around my phone. The edges pressed into my palms, but I couldn’t move. My thoughts were tangled, but I forced myself to speak, the words trembling from my lips."Are you feeling unwell? Are you feeling sick from drinking? How about I make you a bowl of soup? Or do you have a headache? I'll give you a head rub?"I set my phone and bag aside and reached toward him instinctively. I remembered how James would get terrible headaches after drinking. I was here to ask for his help, and even though his attitude cut me down like cold steel, I had to endure it. Pride and dignity didn’t matter—not when Jian’s fate was on the line.My hand hovered just inches from his forehead when he moved, his fingers catching my wrist midair.His brows furrowed, eyes dark and sharp. "I don’t lack people to serve me, so stop pretending to care."The words hit hard, cold and final.I let my hand fall, my throat tightening with frustration. My mind raced, but I droppe

I blinked at Jian, catching the mischievous glint in her eye. She was always quick to understand my thoughts before I even voiced them."You must have thought of that, too," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face.Jian grinned, tugging me up from the chair with uncontained excitement. "What are we waiting for? She practically begged to be humiliated! We’re kind-hearted fairies after all, and it’s only right to grant her wish." She darted toward my wardrobe with purpose. "Go wash up. I’ll pick something stunning for you."Half an hour later, I stood before the camera, a dark green dress hugging my figure, a fox mask concealing all but the curve of my chin. My long hair cascaded down my back, catching slivers of sunlight as I raised my violin.The bow kissed the strings gently.Music flowed like morning dew sliding down leaves, each note clear and fluid, a river of sound that captivated every ear tuned in. The sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapping me in a g

JamesI didn’t know how long I had been standing there, watching her struggle, her body jerking as she tried to pull free. The scene stirred something dark inside me, a tightening anger that I hadn’t expected—anger that boiled when her captor yanked her arm and smirked.She slapped him. The sound echoed sharp and clear.Bang!For a brief moment, I admired her spirit. But then his face twisted with rage, and I saw the slap he was about to return."You dare to hit me? I’ll show you manners, you little—"The man’s hand flew, and she closed her eyes.I was there before the strike landed.Her eyes snapped open when the middle-aged man let out a strangled scream. I had his arm twisted at an angle no arm was meant to endure. My face remained blank, but my grip turned his bones to lead."Let me go! I…"I ignored him. The pressure built until he buckled, and then I kicked him.Bang!He hit the wall, crumpling to the floor.When the man who had stolen her phone moved, I raised my hand, palm ope

Hellen Ferguson’s voice cut into me, sharp and full of disdain. "You think you can raise thirty million on your own? Zelda Liamson, you're really something. Playing the humble wife while scheming to cling to the Ferguson family forever."Her words stung like needles, but I kept my face calm. I wasn’t going to let her see the cracks she was trying to make in my composure. She had always seen me as nothing more than an opportunist, a parasite.To her, I was a sparrow who had dared to perch too high, a woman who had no place in James Ferguson’s world.“I’ve already signed the divorce agreement,” I said steadily. “I have every intention of leaving.”Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Swear it.”A faint smile tugged at my lips. “Believe me or don’t. I’m not here to convince you.” My voice was steady, but my heart raced. “I came to check on Xander. If we’re done, I’ll be leaving.”I turned to go, but her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.“No,” she sneered. “You won’t swear because you’re